Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

But, miraculously, something of her former life remained, her last link to the person she had been before she had become so utterly alone. A part of Tariq still alive inside her, sprouting tiny arms, growing translucent hands.

would set off a memory of that afternoon together. And it would all come rushing back. The spontaneity of it. Their astonishing imprudence. Their clumsiness. The pain of the act, the pleasure of it, the sadness of it. The heat of their entangled bodies.

but time can be a greedy thing—sometimes it steals all the details for itself.

Mammy had a point. What rankled Laila was that Mammy hadn't earned the right to make it. It would have been one thing if Babi had raised this issue. But Mammy? All those years of aloofness, of cooping herself up and not caring where Laila went and whom she saw and what she thought . . . It was unfair. Laila felt like she was no better than these pots and pans, something that could go neglected, then laid claim to, at will, whenever the mood struck.

Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not, Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not. If a flood should arrive, to drown all that's alive, Noah is your guide in the typhoon's eye, grieve not.

She was an illegitimate person who would never have legitimate claim to the things other people had, things such as love, family, home..

Prinsip Baba dalam menyelenggarakan pesta adalah: Bukan pesta kalau kau tidak mengundang semua orang di seluruh dunia.

Dan akhirnya, pertanyaan yang selalu kembali padaku adalah: Bagaimana mungkin aku, dari semua orang lain, menghakimi seseorang atas masa lalu mereka?

Bunu öÄŸren,kafana iyice sok k?z?m." dedi Nana. "Pusulan?n hep kuzeyi gösteren ibresi gibi, bir erkeÄŸin suçlayan parma?? da daima, mutlaka bir kad?n? gösterir. Her zaman. Bunu hiç unutma, Meryem

Kabul is . . ." Idris searches for the right words. "A thousand tragedies per square mile.

Tapi waktu sungguh serakah, kadang-kadang ia mencuri semua detail tanpa menyisakan apapun.

mejor resultar herido por la verdad que consolarse con una mentira.»

Luka bisa disembuhkan. Reputasi tidak bisa dipulihkan.

There is only what you do and what you don't do

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything—that's how it is between people who are each other's first memories, people who have fed from the same breast.

You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But they are things that, well, you just have to see and feel. p.147

Kinder sind nicht wie Malbücher, Du kannst sie nicht mit deinen Lieblingsfarben ausmalen.

Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors. Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. - Amir War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.

How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!'" A

Her eyes traced the sleek shape of the table's legs, the sinuous curves of its corners, the gleam of its reflective, dark brown surface. She noticed that every time she breathed out, the surface fogged, and she disappeared from her father's table.

Seruas jari harus dipotong untuk menyelamatkan tangan.

Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it.

Once, when I was little, I asked her if she'd cried when my father had fallen to his death. At the funeral? I mean, the burial? No, I did not. Because you weren't sad? Because it was nobody's business if I was.

A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.